member, 573 posts
Sun 12 Jul 2015
at 07:48
Re: Feelings...
I bought a printer at a store. I opened the box and it's full of spiders hatching. They won't take it back.

I put the printer outside and I'm hoping the spiderlings balloon away. I'll wait a day, then I'll blast it with the air hose.
 member, 126 posts
Sun 26 Jul 2015
at 01:58
Re: Feelings...
Players who join a game, post a few times, and then immediately stop posting while still checking in, slowing down your game in the process. Those players who also ignore your requests to post until you send a PM asking them to do so. Those same players who respond that they didn't feel the need to respond.

It's called a role-playing game because you're acting it out, not just rolling dice. Know your role and play it, for flan's sake.
 member, 570 posts
Tue 28 Jul 2015
at 01:59
Re: Feelings...
Nothing like snapping your ankle to make you realize your floor needs a cleaning.
 member, 6666 posts
 Gaming for over 30
 years, and counting!
Tue 4 Aug 2015
at 06:12
Re: Feelings...
Look...just because you're cheesed off because the manager called you out for screwing around onstage does NOT give you excuse to not only keep screwing around, but actually sabotage parts of the show for some of the other people in it.  Get your ego in aren't THAT talented.
 member, 578 posts
Sat 8 Aug 2015
at 13:24
Re: Feelings...
Too much umbrage involved in replacing a broken shower. Found out that not only was it done once before, but they did a shoddy job. Did not remove the previous tile, installation properly and the drywall needs to be replaced (they didn't even anchor the shower head pipe). In order to even do a proper job, they have to tear up the kitchen to get to it. So...more shoddy job (not to mention they never bothered to measure the Height for clearance before ordering the new shower.

plus: seriously dog, you can't come in while they're working. Trust me, they are not there for you to befriend.

This message was last edited by the user at 10:22, Thu 13 Aug 2015.

 member, 461 posts
Sat 8 Aug 2015
at 17:17
Re: Feelings...

This message was deleted by a moderator, as it was against the ToU, at 17:26, Sat 08 Aug 2015.

 member, 925 posts
Thu 1 Oct 2015
at 23:41
Re: Feelings...
I live 70 miles from Roseburg, Oregon: 10 people dead and at lest seven injured in another mass shooting. I'm saddened, angry, appalled, and frustrated.

Discussion of this and similar matters belongs in a "game" discussion board, not in Community Chat.

This message was last edited by the user at 05:37, Fri 02 Oct 2015.

 member, 95 posts
Sun 4 Oct 2015
at 22:06
Re: A Bad Attack of RL
I have work that's managed by the fiends of Hades; I have hobbies I have had to
abandon due to the health issues of old age, and now it looks like I'm in a
further downward spiral.  So I shall take a while to ponder my next steps, and I have to wonder if my cane will take me there.  Cheery bye.
Isida KepTukari
 member, 89 posts
 Elegant! Arrogant! Smart!
Tue 6 Oct 2015
at 14:40
Just show me the money...
Could someone please just buy my house?  We have our new one picked out, our offer accepted, half our stuff packed, now we just need someone to buy our house so we can finance.  We've got overseas house guests coming in November, and I dread trying to put them up in my current home, with only one bathroom, for two weeks, not with me still working night shift and us still trying to keep our house in show condition for house-sellings.

Please.  Someone?  :(
 member, 772 posts
Sat 10 Oct 2015
at 17:08
Just show me the money...
I'm renting a room in a house.  I can't afford anything better despite working over 40 hours a week at two different jobs.  Getting sleep isn't easy.  I may have the option of taking a full time night shift position.  This would be great because id get to go to school during the day and get a masters so I can get a better job to pay off a mountain of debt.  However, my landlord/housemate and his wife keep two large dogs who love to wrestle and bark at all hours of the day.  I had the chance to sleep in today, but was woken up by growling and barking at 7am instead.

Note, I'm going to apply for the position and school anyway.  Just frustrated that I have this difficulty to look forward to.

Edited at 9:15pm to add:  And the day kinda sucked all around.  Angry customers who actually shouted at us both over the phone and in person.  I get home to be pounced on my the dogs, while the cat escapes.  Sit down at my computer to watch a movie with a glass of wine, which I almost never do, and the wireless adapter breaks off, nearly leaving the USB plug inside of my tower's port.  So, I only have internet on my phone for another week or more while I save enough to replace the gaming quality adapter.

And, it keeps on going since I have to do laundry in order to have work clothes for my shift early tomorrow morning.  Not the worst day on record, by far, but I do wish I could bury myself in that bottle of red.  :P

This message was last edited by the user at 04:19, Sun 11 Oct 2015.

 member, 279 posts
Sat 17 Oct 2015
at 02:33
Just show me the money...
There's a spider hanging over my bed waiting for me to fall asleep, and Im home alone tonight. Fat chances of me sleeping anytime soon :P
 member, 779 posts
Fri 30 Oct 2015
at 01:08
Just show me the money...
Crazy day at work.  I'm the main person running the front registers for several hours.  Getting a manager, or supervisor, to enter their codes for special circumstances was a pain.  Getting a second person to open up another register when we had big grumpy lines was like pulling a tooth.  Both contributed to even longer lines and grumpier customers.  I'm covering breaks and listening to others taking off for lunch, but I never got my break.  Nobody was available to take over the main register.  I'm not even trained for it.  My primary training is with a different department altogether, which also had huge lines because nobody was covering it.

And, since I'm the most visible of the employees, unique appearance plus I actually wear my uniform and name badge.  So, I get all of the customer feedback about long waits.  Oh, and I'm also expected to be answering the main phone lines and calling customers back, while there is a constant line.  I got 'reminded' that its one of my responsibilities while working the register.

Ok people, we just hired more staff.  Please use them!  This situation shouldn't be happening in a store our size.  I shouldn't have to go without a 15, or bathroom break, when there are that many people on staff.

Blarg!  Who needs a drink?  :P
 member, 64 posts
Fri 30 Oct 2015
at 03:04
Re: Just show me the money...
I'm department manager covering the registers. I need to get a few people on lunch and breaks. Mind you I have not had anything at this point and my shift ends in 3 hours (full day) I send one of my wing tills out to lunch and call a second department who had 3 workers in (everyone else is skeleton staffed at this point). I get a "we are kinda busy, but I'll send "bob" up in a bit to cover "phils" break". An hour later "Bob" wanders down to the wing where I'm still at the till "amy" just said that you needed someone to cover a break? I dang near explode as he goes on to say that he was merely facing shelves the whole hour. (confirmed by the lumber guys to can see down the drive isle). Fruiting "amy" is all about store unity and helping each other out unless you bother her department. She will take from the entire store to help her area out but NEVER let loose one of her workers. She would rather sit and argue with you about who else can drive a lift to get product for a customer instead of taking 3 minuets to drop the dang pallet!

This message was last edited by a moderator, as it was moot, at 03:27, Fri 30 Oct 2015.

 member, 588 posts
Sun 1 Nov 2015
at 22:50
Re: Just show me the money...
Kind of weird that I am in a resturaunt where 2/3 of the people here need an another adult to tell them how to live.
 member, 930 posts
Mon 2 Nov 2015
at 07:08
Re: Just show me the money...
Such a nice number; I spoiled it.
 member, 804 posts
 hi all
Mon 9 Nov 2015
at 06:05
Re: Just show me the money...
<Pulls out hair>
Okay why is it that my new boss (came from out of state from the so called 'corporate office') finally gets a cue to hire new people yet cannot fathom why most quite within a month?  He's hired these flaky people who even if lumped together can be outwitted by ambient air lint, or have absolutely no sense of direction (not kidding here, one actually asked me how to get to the other side of the office that if he turned 180 degrees he could see it. that was this past Wednesday), or are so physically weak that picking up a ream of standard recycled copier paper gets them winded.  Me, I had to work with my foot nearly in a cast because no one else wanted to do even try and work.
Also had to deal with an asst. director this week.  In my job I need certain things to happen at certain times (this is at a hospital) so I can do my job properly, this dork was 'subbing' (if you can call it that) for a coworker on vacation.  His idea of doing that job was shluffing it to already over worked people in the off.  Any how I asked him for a specific piece of info.  his answer was 'when I know you'll know'.  That does not when I need it in 15 minutes.  I asked again he says 'we' have 3 hours, I try to tell him 'we' don't.  He literally stuck his fingers in his ears.  I cannot mention what info I needed by HIPPA, but if I don't get the info I need it puts me behind in other areas.  I can't wait til the last minute to do it.  It would be like everyone is a racer in the Indy 500, flag goes down to go and everyone goes but me.  I am waiting for tires so ask my pit crew and being told that when they get tires I'll get tires and that they have until lap 499 to get them to me....too late.  I need before the first lap passes and I get rear ended because I cannot even move off the track because I have no tires.
finally nearly in tears from stress I get the Director his boss and mine) that I need the info...NOW!.  finally get it pried out of him and I have to rush to get it in.  The asst. director is irked at me the rest of the day.  I finally tell him to back off he was in the wrong.  If he is not happy with what I did he is more than welcome to do that task I had to do the rest of the given days.
And my Director is a real gem (said sarcastically).  Besides not being able to hire a higher life form worth a dang he calls me in (under guise of no one who can do my job) 2 days after I have foot surgery.
 member, 595 posts
Tue 10 Nov 2015
at 09:40
Re: Just show me the money...
I long for the day my jerk of a cat is too fat to do stupid things that require a ladder to save him.
The Stray
 member, 91 posts
 When the Cat's a Stray
 the Mice will Pray
Tue 10 Nov 2015
at 19:38
Re: Just show me the money...
Thank you, friend of mine, for stabbing me in the back. I trusted you. I helped you out of many a jam. And now? You tried to steal from my mother. My mother, for god's sake! She's 67 years old, she's helped you out too...and then you pull this crap.

And the worst thing about it? The very worst thing? I cannot say I am surprised. Horrified, yes. Angered beyond all reason, yes. But surprised? Sadly, no. And it hurts so much to admit that I gave you trust you didn't deserve.
 member, 498 posts
Fri 13 Nov 2015
at 14:04
Re: Just show me the money...

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 member, 3270 posts
 The Hiding Amaranth...
Sat 14 Nov 2015
at 06:06
Re: Just show me the money...
Calling customer service lines just automatically blows my blood pressure through the roof. If it's not the ridiculous "tell me what your call is about," automated service, then it's the bad English accent of the underpaid Call Centre operator in some far off land who has no idea how to actually communicate outside of the script they've been given, and if it's not that either, then it's the fact that that person can't actually do anything to freaking help you anyway!

Somewhere in my lifetime, the idea of Customer Service has been changed to this concept of "let's just make it as bat-strudel difficult to get help as possible, then the customers will just get sick of trying and give up."
 member, 96 posts
Thu 19 Nov 2015
at 22:09
Re: surgery recovery
Try to find a Dr to tell you the truth about recovery time - and give you enough painkillers to actually numb the pain without your begging to not be given the ones that make you nauseous....arguments had after surgery and still half-out from the knock-out juice!  I DID try to have this chat BEFORE surgery too. Fruitbat molesting bing cherries.
 member, 59 posts
Thu 19 Nov 2015
at 23:36
Re: surgery recovery
Try having migraines (where 9 times out of 10 you don't or can't eat) and they medicine they give you requires you to eat before taking it...
 member, 10 posts
Fri 20 Nov 2015
at 15:10
Gee, thanks....
Thanks for the catered lunch, Admin, that came with a nasty bout of food poisoning, which required I take a day off work recovering.

Note to self: Never, ever, ever again eat chicken-anything unless I've watched them actually remove it from the oven.
 member, 597 posts
Sun 22 Nov 2015
at 02:07
Language is a second language.
Ticket to Ride: Europe Edition. Or the "That's not how you say the name of the city." "It's on the fruiting board. It's the old way" "You mean Istanbul?" "I can't find sfgsfgsrrg-pol" game.
 member, 500 posts
 You can call me V, just V
 Life; a journey made once
Tue 24 Nov 2015
at 04:00
Language is a second language.
This will be the first year I'll be eating Thankgiving away from an abusive family. This year will come to a near close away from the family I was born with and forced to endure. I have some much guilt for mistakes I made because I was angry and only angry because I was scared.

I dread the phone call or knock at my door. Asking me to come, and then when I say no, them telling me I have to. And then them dragging me down with emotional blackmail. I really hope I just don't answer the phone, and my voicemail doesn't work. I really hope I'm not home and they don't come back. I have said "no" so many times to them I just can't force the words out anymore.

That's my holiday wish from them, the gift they can give me in place of turmoil and compulsory "love". I just don't want to be a part of something sick anymore. If they can just leave me alone, it will be the greatest give they could ever give me. A silence after a catastrophic disaster. That silence is something I really need to enjoy the quiet things so sublime, the gentle pleasures that so oft drowned out by madness.

I don't expect that though. I expect a pair of socks, a shirt that isn't my size and reminders to write thank you notes for the next seven months. My hand aches just thinking of that.